While I administered the paddle, I began suspecting the truth. Monroe establishing her limits now makes sense. She craves more pain than I'm comfortable with. Monroe understands how dangerous this could be for her in the wrong hands.I smooth her hair away from the damp skin of her forehead. This time, my kiss is gentle. I take her mouth in apology, though I doubt she understands. I pull away and trail my fingers along her cheek and jaw. "We are finished.""No, Sir, please," she begs again.I force a devilish smile. "Only with punishments. Now, it's about pleasure."Her sigh of relief makes the tension in my shoulders relax. "Is your ass ready for me?" I reach down her back and rub my hand over her heated ass cheeks."Yes, Sir.""Good, because I'm ready to feel your tight muscles milking me for everything I'm worth." I release her hair and walk behind her.I once more smooth my palm over her ass and move to her pussy. She's so fucking wet and my jeans are too tight to keep on. O
I thread my fingers through her hair, unraveling some of the mess I made. "You would like my parents," I begin. "They always wanted a daughter too, but after me, their one and only child, they were never successful." I take my other hand from her shoulder and use it to help unweave her tangles as I continue speaking. "I had a dream childhood but wondered, often, if they adopted me. I was completely opposite from them. If there was a violent sport, I wanted to play-ice hockey, football, rugby. It didn't matter how many bones I broke, I lived for the rush." I peel hair from the side of her face where sweat has glued it. I lift the strands I remove and bring them to my nose. God, she smells wonderful and it's even better now that the scent of sex fills the room. She snuggles in closer with a small purr. "My parents are the gentlest, sweetest people you could ever meet," I continue softly. "They spent their younger years marching against war, fighting for gun control, and shaking their hea
I've slept with women from time to time but seldom, if ever, do I find enjoyment in the actual sleeping. Angel is different. She snuggles in, digging her hands into my biceps, making herself an extension of my body. Waking up and looking at her long, braided hair makes me think of the possibility of waking up beside her each morning. Then my mind wanders to Monroe and all my uncertainties resurface.I gently pry her fingers away and offer a soft kiss on her cheek when her sleepy eyes open. I pull myself out of bed even though it's the last thing I want to do. Angel rolls over to her back and one breast is exposed. Fuck me because I want nothing more than to climb back in bed. I slap her thigh instead. She needs to stop enticing me. Hell, if she were wrapped in a brown sack my dick would still be hard right now. "Come on, sleepyhead. I'd like to take a walk and stretch out my knee. We won't leave the property, so wear what you like." I head downstairs before Angel leaves the bed and
The day passes quickly. Before the sun goes down, we dress for dinner with Damian and Lydia. I put on jeans and a black button-down shirt, which I leave hanging loose. Angel looks unsure when she walks into my room wearing another set of flowing pants and top. Her head and hair are covered."You look beautiful," I tell her because it's true. There's something to be said for keeping Angel's curves to myself. Her relieved smile makes my cock stiffen and my jeans uncomfortable. "Once we're inside Damian's apartment, would you be willing to uncover your hair?"Her eyes shine into mine. "If that is your wish.""Will it keep you from enjoying yourself?"She shakes her head. "No, I do not think so.""Then that, my beautiful damsel," I place a soft kiss on her cheek, "is what I wish."***I resist the temptation to hold her hand during the drive, but only because I need to shift gears in the Mustang. My craving for touch hasn't diminished, and I only make it halfway to our destination b
The ride home is quiet until Angel's voice fills the car. "Thank you," she says while looking down at her lap.I reach over and cover her joined hands. "What for?"She looks up. "For not making me attend the club."My grip tightens on the steering wheel. "Does Monroe force you to go?""Only for punishment."I relax slightly because it's good to know Monroe doesn't force her to play in public on a whim. "Why would he make you do something that is obviously a hard limit for you?" I ask as I do my best to keep anger from my tone.Silence is my answer.I want to yell in frustration. "I won't take you to the club for punishment, but I don't think you'll enjoy the ones I'll give you in place of the club. Now that we have that settled, I asked you a question."Her eyes move back to her lap. "He does not enjoy hurting me and prefers punishments that do not leave marks."I choke out a laugh. "The man is a sadist! Believe me, he loves leaving those marks and causing you pain.""He does
Another week passes. We cook, walk, and talk about everything under the sun. Angel loves classic movies. I love watching the emotions that cross her face while she watches the old black and white cinematic genius. I also wipe away the tears when she cries over a sad scene. We are getting to know each other as friends-far past any D/s relationship we're playing at.I love her laugh, her sense of humor, and her wit. Seeing the world through her eyes is different for me. I've never spent this much exclusive time with a woman. Her idiosyncrasies are eye opening and delightful. I finally figured out that Angel is too complex to place in a one-size-fits-all hole. She's so incredibly unique that I find myself thinking about growing old with her and starting a family.This is what's going through my head while I perform maintenance on the Mustang and Angel wears short shorts while being my gofer. The thoughts leave me so hot and fucking bothered that I use one of the condoms in my pocket fuc
Monroe has time to block the punch, but he doesn't. He turns his head slightly and takes the blow on the side of his jaw. On unsteady legs, he stumbles back several feet. He looks up at me and his hand comes away with smeared blood from a small cut at the corner of his mouth."I will not fight back, but I would prefer no broken teeth.""If you won't fight back, broken teeth will be the least of your worries." This time my fist lands in his midsection.When Monroe's able to straighten upright, I come in with another strike to his face. We're both breathing heavily, with sweat beading on our skin. Monroe doesn't fight back, nor does he avoid my blows. A small piece of sanity returns to my brain, but I still want to cause damage. "You might want to change your mind," I taunt."I might," he says with labored breath and holds his side. He turns away from the next blow so his shoulder takes the hit.I draw my fist back again. The gray cloud in my brain clears completely at the sight of
Angel's room is dark but the light from the other room is bright enough that I can see inside. She's lying on the bed. I don't think she's crying. My weight sinks into the mattress and I move my hand to her head, smoothing away wispy strands of hair. "We'd like you to come downstairs and sit with us."She rolls over and grabs my hand. Her eyes are desperate and she looks on the verge of crying again. "I love you," she says simply.Her words sing through my heart. This is so fucked up. "I love you too, but I'm not sure this will work."She sits up and wraps her hands around my neck, holding onto me the same way she held onto Monroe earlier. It leaves a bittersweet taste in my mouth and the last thing I want to do is let her go. Her head tilts back and she kisses me. Her lips are so damn soft-her skin, her fucking hair. Everything is so incredibly soft. She's giving me her heart in this kiss.I take it.We break apart, breathing heavily. "Come on," I say as soon as enough air enters
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f